Chapter 15
“Mr. Miller, you haven’t forgotten, have you? You two used to get along so well, didn’t you?“}
Oliver had his first love–the kind you never really get over. And, of course, that first love just happened to be their mutual friend.}
If Joseph truly thought of Oliver as a friend, he would’ve warned his own sister to stay away from him. At home, Joseph had a wife who barely played her part, and out there, an unattainable first love always hanging over his head. Then there was Nina, stuck in the middle, never quite important enough to matter, but never invisible enough to be left alone.
Patricia’s words left Joseph’s expression shifting–caught somewhere between guilt and anger. It had been two years since everything went down, and honestly, the details were starting to blur. But just because he couldn’t remember it all didn’t mean it never happened.
Patricia didn’t let up. “I usually keep to myself. I don’t care about what’s going on outside. But if someone comes right up to my face looking for trouble, that’s a different story.”
Through the bars of the rooftop, Patricia watched as Joseph’s hands slowly let go of her wheelchair. She immediately grabbed the wheels to steady herself, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her slip.)
A biting wind cut through the tension, scattering it for a moment.
Jackson, sweating and out of breath, rushed over just as Joseph was turning to leave. Their eyes met, and Jackson’s glare was sharp, venomous, like he wanted nothing more than to tear Joseph apart.
“Miss,” he said, voice low.
“I’m fine,” Patricia replied quietly, turning her chair so she faced Joseph, who was now waiting by the elevator. Their eyes met–hers in the light, his in the shadows. Her fingertips pressed hard against the wheels, and the anger in her gaze was impossible to hide.}
She wouldn’t forget this.
Joseph stood in the darkness, watching Patricia with a cold, almost predatory look. No wonder people said that if Patricia wasn’t in a wheelchair, the Martin family would be hers.
Ding-
The elevator doors slid open. Joseph stepped in. The person beside him pressed the button, then hesitated before asking, “Who was that with Patricia?”
“No idea. Looks like someone straight out of the military.”
“Yeah. That guy’s eyes could kill.”
Joseph drove home in silence. When he walked in, Nina was in the living room, chatting with a Chanel sales associate and picking out new spring clothes. She lit up when she saw him, immediately handing him her tablet. “Look! Help me pick one?”
He barely glanced at the screen. “Ask them to leave.”
Nina froze, confused, but nodded. She handed the tablet back and asked the housekeeper to see the staff out.
“What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, trying to smooth things over by pouring him a glass of water. “Here, drink something. Calm down.”
“You went to see Patricia, didn’t you?“}
Nina’s eyes widenedl; she hadn’t told a soul about that.”
“You’re sleeping with her husband and you still have the nerve to show off in front of her? Who gave you that kind of courage?”
“Joseph” Nina went pale. She never thought he’d say something like that. “How could you talk to me like that?”
“You wanted to know about the accident, right?” Joseph’s voice was cold, every word landing like a slap. “It was Patricia. If want to end up dead, stay away from her.”
you
don’t
Nina was stunned. “She’s just a cripple!“”
Joseph shot her a look so cold it shut her up instantly
She swallowed, lowering her voice: “Fine, I won’t go near her anymore.”
It didn’t matter anyway. She was already inside the Newton family’s house. How long could Patricia really hold onto her place?!!
Joseph didn’t approve of Nina scheming to get close to Oliver, but what was done was done. Nina really did love Oliver, and as for Oliver and Patricia, their marriage was just for show. Nothing real had ever happened between them.
So Joseph turned a blind eye, letting Nina learn things the hard way
